Wow, great responses on my last post! You all ROCK! I think there’s one thing I saw trending in the comments: keep your opinions to yourself unless asked. Totally agree! I hope that I am viewed as someone who is respectful of other people’s decisions and don’t push my convictions on everyone I meet. I don’t want it done to me, so I shouldn’t do it to others!

This post is going seems to be seriously lacking in substance compared to the last one, but I’m in a time cruch. I have to ride the bike tonight, study for my Greek test (got a B on the last one–can’t have that happen again! ha!), and I want to go to bed early so I can run before work tomorrow. That means an 4:30ish alarm. Oh my.

Anyhow, yesterday I had this horrible headache haunting me all day. I had a nice hill run before work (30 minutes, increasing incline every 3 minutes). It was tough but didn’t wipe me out for the day. I can’t wait to do it again, but next time, I’ll do it for longer.

I had an amazing Green Monster while I iced my foot afterwards.

It contained spinach, Tropicana50 OJ, 1 banana, ground flax, greek yogurt, ice. Amazing. I felt like I was drinking an Orange Julius–only it was green. And the prettiest green, too!

My headache slowly got worse throughout the day, and by the time I got home at 7:15, I was sick in my stomach. I was in bed at 8 and I missed the Olympics AND Lost! AND NO DINNER! It was a horrible, horrible night. I woke up feeling much better, just a slight “headache hangover”…which was made worse when I realized all that had been forgotten.

The bedroom.

The Kitchen.

The Laundry.

Oh, the Laundry.

And for some odd reason, I remember something else that I had been neglecting…

Racquetball! I remembered those rackets sitting in our closet, lonely, forgotten, and I now I’m determined to find a nearby court so that Dave and I can release some energy and get those rackets exercised.

Although last time we played David almost broke my hand with a bad shot. Seriously. A really bad shot. I was about 10 feet to his right amd just about 2 feet in front of him, and he hit the ball and it smacked me square on my engagement ring. We ended up running all over the college’s field house looking for the trainer. I don’t know what was more shocking: that the ring was ok, or that my hand was ok. It was miraculous. I think I haven’t played since then out of fear. But I think I’m ready to go back.

Do you have a sport or hobby that you fell you’ve been neglecting. I have a whole list, but right now I have racquetball on my mind!